I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 319 - 113: The Scene of Scolding, Always So Solemn_2

Chapter 319: Chapter 113: The Scene of Scolding, Always So Solemn_2

"Okay."

Lin Fan held the straight knife with high confidence in Gu Hang’s abilities, believing the so-called intimidating power to likely be what he imagined.

Gu Hang took a deep breath and stood up, flexing his arms, "Let’s fight, then talk."

The eight members looked at each other in a joking manner, thinking if they couldn’t beat him eight against one, they might as well bash their heads in and die.

The surrounding survivors watched as if it was a spectacle.

This guy is doomed.

In the crowd, Xia Ya was very puzzled. She remembered the young man with the sword, the one who had spoken up for her earlier.

She didn’t expect him to appear again.

"Get him for me," Wu Xiang roared.

The eight members charged at Gu Hang.

Under normal circumstances, even with Gu Hang’s nine years in the military and strong physique, he would have been at a disadvantage facing the onslaught of eight men.

But now, the exoskeleton suit could defend against much of the damage, so it should be no problem.

The first burly man who led the charge swung his fists but was kicked in the abdomen by Gu Hang and sent flying, clutching his stomach in pain and retching.

In that short instant another seven members landed punches on Gu Hang, proving that two fists are hard to beat four hands, but fortunately, the exoskeleton absorbed the blows from the group.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Screams of agony.

Some held their arms, some their forearms.

After all, they were just ordinary people.

Wu Xiang stared in shock at the unfolding scene, rubbing his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, thinking how quickly they had been defeated.

Gu Hang had already held back.

He didn’t strike the survivors harshly because he knew Lin Fan still had issues to discuss; truly striking hard might have made conversation difficult.

"Gu Hang, impressive," Lin Fan exclaimed in awe.

Gu Hang sighed, thinking there was no need for Lin Fan to flatter him—how could he not know his own strength? His prowess was only significant against ordinary people; against zombies, it counted for nothing.

"You dare hurt people here? Come on, everyone get them, one bag of instant noodles each!" Wu Xiang yelled, unable to believe he had encountered such tough resistance.

With that incentive offered,

the eyes of the onlooking survivors lit up, all seemingly eager as they slowly moved forward. Those staying on the Lucky Number, mainly men, feared the zombies outside and dared not venture out, preferring to just survive here.

Outside were all the resources, but also all the zombies.

Those who weren’t afraid could go out; those who were scared stayed here.

Gu Hang noticed the deck’s survivors slowly moving toward their section, a stern look crossing his face.

Lin Fan said quietly, "Gu Hang, you should get behind me."

He knew Gu Hang was capable, but facing so many survivors, he certainly wouldn’t cope.

Wu Xiang smiled crazily, feeling powerful as he controlled some food and could easily tempt the survivors with it.

He taunted them, "See, that’s what happens when you’re arrogant. Even if you can beat down those few, how about all these survivors here? They are enough to scare you.

The gathering crowd of survivors, looking slightly crazed, had reached the peak of their desperation for food.

Lin Fan paid them no heed,

but instead looked around as if searching for something.

He saw more survivors on the deck, huddled in corners, heads raised in despair, witnessing everything unfolding before them.

"Stop it."

Just then, a deep voice sounded.

Wu Xiang looked back and upon spotting the figures, he hurriedly shouted to the survivors, "Back off, back off!"

Then, he rushed forward and kneeled obsequiously before the newcomers, "Boss He, these two arrogant guys came and beat our people, trying to disrupt the order you’ve established."

Wu Xiang had everything he currently owned thanks to Boss He; without his support, Wu Xiang would truly have suffered a fate worse than death. Thus, he was more than willing to be Boss He’s underling in this apocalyptic world.

He Qing wore a neat and clean suit, followed by a group of burly bodyguards.

It was the apocalypse, yet these bodyguards were still robust, a clear indicator of their good nutrition and maintained physical condition—something the deck’s survivors couldn’t match.

He Qing ignored Wu Xiang, who tried to move closer but was immediately blocked and pushed away by a bodyguard.

Gu Hang observed the middle-aged man who had appeared, noting his distinct manner and the respect he received from others around him—clearly, he was the person in charge of the Lucky Number.

This cruise ship base belonged to him.

Gu Hang stood behind Lin Fan; he had come out with Lin Fan to see what would happen, with Lin Fan leading their interaction.

He Qing studied both Lin Fan and Gu Hang, eventually fixing his gaze on Lin Fan. It was clear that this young man with the sword and a smile was the one who held the authority to speak.

He had established the shelter aboard the Lucky Number to gather survivors for future development, setting simple rules to aid in its flourishing.

What he needed was stability.

He never harbored the useless; those unwilling to venture out for resources might as well wait to die. If they could find resources that would benefit the shelter’s development, they deserved a relatively superior lifestyle.

He knew precisely what mattered most to those alive in the post-apocalyptic world.

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